CHAPTER 18: MAGOLOR'S RAGE
It was the next day at Kirby High School. It was Friday, meaning it was the last day before the upcoming weekend. Most kids wood be coulgn ti parties and playing video games then, but Dedede, Magolor, and Taranza wouldn't be doing that. They would be tracking down the murderer with the help of Marx and the Squeaks.
"Where is Magolor?" asked Knuckle Joe. They were in homeroom.
"Dang, I hope he didn't get killed last night like Tiff did!" said Tuff who was already starting to get over his sister's death. He was good at mentally healing.
"I think I saw him this morning, but he didn't look normal," said Taranza.
Dedede bit his nails in nervousness. He hoped Magolor was not dead.
It wasn't until lunch that everyone finally found Magolor. He was sitting in the cafeteria, staring out the window. Taranza was right in saying that he looked incorrect.
Magolor wasn't wearing his normal blue and gold outfit. Now he wore a black jacket and his hat was black and looked like a bandana without cat ears. He didn't wear gloves, but fingerless ones, and his hands were exposed and had black nails. Magolor wore a ratty scarf that had fake blood stains (or maybe REAL ones?)
Magolor had the blankest expression ever. Dedede and Taranza wer kind of nervous to approach him. Knuckle Joe sat down right away because he always trusted Magolor with all his heart. It was because they were like brothers; the two of them together like peanut butter and jelly.
"What's up, bro?" asked Knuckle Joe.
Magolor didn't respond.
Dedede got concerned. He knew now that Magolor would probably want to be left alone. They just ate beside him and didn't say anything at all.
After lunch, Magolor didn't come. He just sat at the table and continued to stare out the window with anger in his yellow eyes.
"Do you think he's alright?' asked Taranza.
"No," said Dedede with so much worry. His friend was having soul problems for sure.
That night, everyone showed up at the Squeaks with Marx. Even Magolor was there, so that was a positive sidenote.
"Well, well, well…" mumbled Daroach. "If it isn't the failures. You almost got my whole gang ratted out." He said this with no pun, he was serious.
"Normally I would kill ya for bringing such shame to our gang, but we know better than that because you're just kids," said Daroach. "At least you showed me that you three have guts. So I'll give you another chance!"
"Goodie," said Marx with a sinister tone. He winked at Daroache and daroach made a angry face because he hated Marx's guts.
"What now? Do wee have to gleep anymore items from Kirby High School?" asked Deded3.
"No, this time, I want you to prove with your worth to me by spraypainting graffiti on the gym walls. Don't get caught this time."
Dedede and the other sneaked into the gym and did it. They made a painting of a mouse on the wall behind the basketball hoop. Marx watched to make sure they did it right. He was kind of proud of how good they were. He just felt bad that they had to join the mob in order to prove themselves.
Magolor took one can and dropped it by mistake. Dedede shushed him to not get their cover blown.
Magolor got mad at Dedede and punched him and the two boys fought gruesomely. Magolor got blood on his hands and felt ashamed. He ran away.
Dedede was hopping mad, but he still felt bad for Magolor. "I want to help him…" he said.
Marx chuckled and handed Dedede a rag to clean off his bloody nose. "I think Magolor isn't ready for the big leagues. He talks a lot of trash about being a real hot shot, but he hasn't a clue as to what real criminals do. They deont just steal lemonbars and ride golfcarts in illegal areas."
After the job was done, Dedede, Taranza, and Marx went back to the Squeaks hideout and went inside. They saw Daroach sleeping on his desk.
Marx nudged Daroach with his foot. He didn't wake though.
"Omigosh is he dead?" asked Taranza.
"Marx kicked Daroach over and saw a bunch of blood on the desk. "Yup, looks like it. I guess our days in the mob have come to an end." He kind of put on a toothy grin, but he was truly annoyed by the whole ordeal.
"The murder? Did he do it?" asked Dedede surprised.
"No…" said a voice. Then a shot was fired from a gun and it almost hit Taranza.
"Why do I keep almost getting shot?" cried Taranza.
Magolor stepped out of the shadows with a gun. "I'm done with this whole sharaids…" he said darkly.
Dedede and Marx gasped and Taranza hid behind a barrel. Magolor cocked his gun and aimed at Marx. "You. You took away Tiff. I've had enough of your mania."